The silence lays down
Watches clouds in the dawn
Close its eyes
Watches clouds in the skies
Wakes up in the absence of names
Then watches drops of blue flames
It listen to the wind beyond itself
It listen to the moving trees
It's more interested in the sound
Of the air than in itself
Its words to the smile belong
To the smile of things
To the smile of thoughts
The silence was born so slowly
His works are so long
It's prints grows so brightly
In seas of radiant intimacy
In times of delicate secrecy
The silence has an obscure stillness
And has a stalker one
And has a thin one
And has a logical one
It tries to test them all
But it moves so slowly
To not let them fall
The silence is long lived
The time and pains won't crush it
The neighbor and meanness
Won't defeat it
While something white and blue
Goes over its shoulder
While something blue and green
Goes infront its eyes
Air and steam, water and trees
The silence was born so slowly
His works are so long
Its prints grows so brightly
In seas of radiant intimacy
As life, it grows slowly
In pain and battles
True love as a blood drop
Fragile is